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Piaotian Literature Chapter 820: Take the Sword and Leave
Chapter 820: Take the sword and leave
A three-foot long sword stands in the sky, with endless sword intent permeating it. "" novel netizens hand-made
Although they were far apart, Ye Chen could still feel the sharp sword intent, this heart-stopping sword intent.
At the same time, the voice of Fire Qilin also resounded in Ye Chen's mind: "Dragon Sword, Dragon Slaying Sword has less killing intent than before!"
"Back then, Old Chong held the Dragon Slaying Sword and killed dozens of martial arts warriors from foreign enemies. But now, you can only return to the Qinglong Palace!" Looking at the Dragon Slaying Sword, Fire Qilin sighed softly.
Lao Chong, Huo Qilin and others called the third generation Qinglong. At this moment, Huo Qilin's tone was slightly lonely.
Ye Chen sighed slightly, killing dozens of martial arts warriors, what a demeanor that was.
At this moment, Ye Chen actually yearned for that era, an era when strong men emerged in large numbers.
The strong wind blew out from under the sword. Ye Chen stepped directly on the strong wind and approached the Dragon Killing Sword step by step. The Reincarnation Art in his body was running in vain.
The Samsara Art contains the Wind God Art, so when Ye Chen used the Samsara Art, his Dragon Slaying Sword made a faint sword roar.
Without any obstruction, Ye Chen stood in front of the Dragon Sword and looked at it squarely.
Perhaps the Dragon Killing Sword was stained with the blood of many martial arts warriors, so when Ye Chen stood in front of the Dragon Killing Sword, he could feel the terrifying killing intent contained in the Dragon Killing Sword.
"Such a strong killing intent!" Ye Chen murmured softly, raised his right hand, and without any hesitation, directly held the Dragon Slayer Sword. At the same time, true energy exploded outside his body.
For a moment, a melodious dragon roar resounded through the seals of the Qinglong Palace, rising straight into the sky.
Qing Jue, who was standing outside the Qinglong Palace and watching, also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Listening to the melodious dragon roar, Qing Jue whispered: "The Fifth Generation has obtained the Dragon Slaying Sword!"
Hearing this, Jue Lin also secretly breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "That's good!"
After taking the Dragon Slayer Sword, Ye Chen turned around and retreated along the way he came. His figure also appeared in the sight of Qing Jue and others.
Seeing that Ye Chen came back safe and sound, Qing Jue and others all had a smile on their faces. Now that the White Tiger Clan and the Qinglong Clan have returned to the Sword God Sect, the future of the two clans undoubtedly depends on this young man in front of them.
After a brief exchange of greetings, Qing Jue brought Ye Chen and others to the Qinglong Clan's holy church. There were many tablets of the Qinglong Clan's ancestors lined up in the holy church. Therefore, the holy church's status in the Qinglong Clan was extremely high.
This small gesture showed the Qinglong tribe's respect for Ye Chen, and the rest was nothing more than talking about return.
According to the previous plan, the ancient clans such as the Qinglong clan and the White Tiger clan would return to the Sword God Sect with Ye Chen after the Zongbi competition, while the Qinglong clan lived on the Qinglong Peak next to the Five Peaks of the Sword God.
When mentioning Zongbi, Qing Jue frowned and said in a deep voice: "Jue Lin, will your White Tiger clan be invited this time?"
"Invitation?" Sensing the solemnity in Qing Jue's tone, Jue Lin shook his head and whispered: "Zongbi's invitation is from the sect. Our four ancient tribes do not belong to this group. Could it be that the Qinglong tribe was invited by Zongbi?"
"Well! A few days ago, the envoys from the three major halls came here to inform the Qinglong clan to participate in this Zongbi competition!" Qing Jue whispered: "Therefore, several powerful Lingwu realm warriors in the clan left a few days ago.
Go to Zombie’s place!”
"And today, those men in black suddenly came and attacked us!" At this point, Qing Jue sighed slightly: "If Wudai and you hadn't arrived, today's Qinglong clan would have been exterminated.
End!"
"According to your words, these three palaces are the people behind the control of that mysterious force!" Jue Lin is naturally no stranger to that mysterious force.
"It's possible, at least there are people from the three major halls among that mysterious force!" At this point, Jue Lin and Qing Jue's expressions became more solemn.
Ye Chen, who was practicing with his eyes closed, also opened his eyes and murmured softly: "The three major halls, mysterious forces, and foreign enemies, the water is getting muddier and muddier!"
"On Zongbi Day, many interesting things will happen!" After saying this, Ye Chen stopped talking and continued to practice with his eyes closed.
In the next few days, Ye Chen did not leave the Qinglong Clan, but stayed with the Qinglong Clan.
And Qing Jue also used this time to deal with some matters within the Qinglong Clan. After all, the Qinglong Clan's return to the Sword God Sect will definitely bring about a series of troublesome things.
In the Qinglong Hall, Ye Chen was sitting on the stone path, his whole body lifeless, like a rock.
However, its soul power filled every corner of the Qinglong Palace, and the imprints clearly appeared in Ye Chen's mind. As Huo Qilin said, Ye Chen's talent was extremely terrifying. Even after several days, Ye Chen still gradually mastered some of it.
The skin of the rules of the wind.
Incorporating these furs into his sword skills, Ye Chen's sword became more and more terrifying, and he could break through space with a simple sword strike.
It wasn't until the sixth day that Ye Chen left the Qinglong Palace. He knew that his understanding of those seals had reached a bottleneck.
In these six days, Qing Jue also finished all the matters that should be dealt with. Therefore, when Ye Chen left the Qinglong Palace, Ye Chen saw Qing Jue standing outside the Qinglong Palace.
After these few days of contact, Ye Chen also learned about the situation of the Qinglong Clan. Although the current strength of the Qinglong Clan is at the bottom of the four ancient clans, its strength cannot be underestimated.
With six Spirit Martial Realm warriors, hundreds of Soul Martial Realm warriors, and nearly 500 Qi Martial Realm warriors, the Qinglong Clan today is still a big mountain to the Sword God Sect.
After this comparison, Ye Chen couldn't help but wonder how strong the Sword God Sect was back when it was strong.
"Perhaps with the return of the four ancient clans, the Sword God Sect can regain some of its vitality!" Ye Chen murmured softly.
The Zongbi period is gradually approaching, and Ye Chen has spent a lot of time in the White Tiger Clan and Qinglong Clan, so Ye Chen has no time to rush to the Xuanwu Clan now.
However, a few days ago, news came that the Xuanwu Clan, the Suzaku Clan and the White Tiger Clan were all invited by Zongbi. Therefore, the chiefs of the Suzaku Clan and the Xuanwu Clan will all go to Zongbi's land.
Therefore, there is no need for Ye Chen, Jue Lin and others to rush to these two ancient tribes. After all, they can meet people from the two tribes during the Zongbi competition.
Speaking of the Suzaku clan, Ye Chen's slender right finger gently touched the Moon God's mark between his eyebrows. The Suzaku's mark had gradually been covered up by the Moon God's mark. No, it should have been swallowed up by the Moon God's mark.
"Suzaku Clan, this ancient tribe has something to do with me!" Ye Chen whispered.
The next day, when the dawn fell over the Wolong Mountains, several figures crossed the sky like rainbows, and it was Ye Chen and others.
In addition to Jue Lin and others, there were also Qing Jue and others who left with Ye Chen. The strong men of the Qinglong tribe who left a few days ago also returned to Wolong Valley. In addition, the ancient clan sword formation was activated, so Wolong Valley was not the same.
Afraid that the mysterious force will attack again.
Dozens of streams of light cut through the sky and shot toward the three palaces. Standing in the clouds, Ye Chen's figure was looming, like a breeze.
Although Ye Chen's figure was beside him, Jue Lin felt astonished. As long as he closed his eyes, he could not detect Ye Chen's presence.
"The prototype of the Rule of Wind?" Qing Jue whispered, looking at Ye Chen with admiration in her eyes. Obviously, Qing Jue was very familiar with Qinglong Palace, and naturally knew why Ye Chen stayed in Qinglong Palace those days.
But what shocked Qing Jue was that in just a few days, Wu Dai was able to understand the rudiments of the rules of the wind. It took him several years at the beginning. Could this be the gap in talent?
It's snowing for thousands of miles, and its endless snowflakes are falling from the sky like rain.
And in this vast white world, several black shadows slowly emerged.
These people were wearing coir raincoats that they only wear on rainy days, and the snowflakes dyed the coir raincoats white. The leader was a young man. He was called a young man just because of his handsome appearance. However, the vicissitudes in the young man's eyes did not belong to the level of youth.
Some emotions.
The strong wind was roaring, and the young man's face looked extremely pale, and his thin figure seemed to be blown down by the wind at any time.
"Do you know the whereabouts of the fifth generation?" The young man's voice was slightly deep. When he said this, the young man coughed several times involuntarily, and his voice was immediately drowned by the wind.
Hearing this, several middle-aged people standing behind the young man whispered: "Senior Brother Ribao, according to the news from the princelings, Wu Dai and others left the Qinglong Ancient Clan!"
The young man known as Senior Brother Ribo raised his head, stared at the sky, and murmured softly: "The four ancient tribes are going to return to the Sword God Sect? Is this chess game about to begin?"
Rizhao, the second-ranking figure in the princelings, is also the most mysterious figure.
The fluffy snowflakes drowned the figures of the young man and others. In the vast world, only the white snow on the ground was quiet...